I remember a time

As the bicycle whizzed past me I was reminded of my young days long ago. In my estate where there were many children like me. We were around the ages of Six and Seven and we all went to the same school and after school.

I remember the time when an Islam cleric would cycle round our estate with his monkey on his back. All of us would come out and follow this man and his monkey around. We would watch as the pet jumped from tree to tree and carried out his master’s commands.

We all did not have the courage to move very close to the monkey, at least not me. My friends would offer him some bananas and I’d always thought that one day the monkey would yank off their fingers together with their offering.